Eternal Spirit Sect

Eternal Spirit Sect.

In the darkness of the night, a lofty palace is in the midst of dense buildings and tall mountains, symbolizing both greatness and power. Its high walls extend in royal blue, gleaming in the sun like a calm sea. It intersects with the ancient blue-gray color that covers the roofs and towers, giving the palace a prestige and authenticity dating back to ancient times.

The palace consists of several interconnected buildings, topped by curved roofs adorned with elaborate gold edges. In the front courtyard stands a huge gate decorated with dragons and legends from ancient times, like a loyal guardian protecting the secrets and mysteries inside.

Inside, the grand hall was filled with massive columns and walls adorned with complex inscriptions and spells. Crystal jade chandeliers hang from the high ceiling, reflecting their bright lights on the polished marble floors, creating an atmosphere of magnificence and sophistication. The long passages are entangled in an architectural maze, where the visitor finds himself surrounded by majestic walls that speak of grandeur and power.

An elderly woman with a strong aura but visibly lacking vitality, her hair tied back with streaks of white and wrinkles visible across her face, hurried inside and rushed to feel the head of the family to stand and bend before him:

An old woman with a strong but feeble aura with bound hair interspersed with white and wrinkles on her entire face running inside and rushing to feel the master of the sect to stand and bow down before him:

"Master, master, the lady is ..."

"I know, I know, I have felt it, old Fu. I will be there immediately."

She was interrupted by someone with a strong and formidable aura, appearing in his presence as a wise leader or noble warrior. He wears traditional clothes in harmony with blue and gray, combining luxury and simplicity.

The royal blue robe extends over his shoulders, decorated with delicate patterns of gold, depicting dragons or mythological icons, a reference to power and glory. The light gray garment covers the interior, giving the garment a subtle but strong contrast. Soft embroidery with traditional symbols spreads across the edges and sleeves, adding a touch of elegance to the appearance.

His balanced physique, neither too large nor too thin, giving him a respectfully strong presence without being too large. His movements are deliberate, reflecting the training and experience he has acquired over the years. A decorative belt wraps around its waist, carrying past traditions and boosting its prestige.

A decorative sword hangs from his belt, symbolizing his strength and ability to defend himself and those he cares about. The aura surrounding him makes anyone standing in front of him feel awe and respect, as if this person embodies the wisdom of ancient times and the power of the great warriors, he was the master of the sect, Zhao Jian.

"Well..." old fu answered with a nod and left.

What was called old fu was the first servant of the Sect Master's wife, Lady Zhao Liqin, who was about to give birth to her second child, and because of this, the old fu had come.

"Hahaha, congratulations Sect Master, my nephew will finally come."

The man who spoke stood to the right of the master of the sect, who likened him slightly to his face and body symmetry, but what distinguished him from the caste master was the power of his aura, which was clearly weaker than him. His long black hair hangs over his huge shoulder, flowing like a waterfall to increase his prestige and stature. His wrinkles and bold laughter reveal the years he has lived, hinting at his advanced age.

Although his aura was not as powerful as that of the master of the sect, his presence was not insignificant. He wears a blue robe that fits neatly with the bright silver color on his edges and sleeves, giving him a touch of luxury and distinction. This color symmetry reflects his strong and balanced personality, which combines strength and brilliance.

His blue robe goes with the silver in perfect harmony, making him look like part of a moving painting. Each move he makes reveals more subtle details in his attire, highlighting the dedication and attention to the details that characterize his character. His bold laugh gives the scene an atmosphere of vigor and appreciation for life, and makes everyone around him feel comfortable and respected. He was the brother of the master of the sect and master of the divine eye hall of the sect, zhao Changming.

"Hahaha, he will be under your care, brother," the master of the sect replied with a slight laugh.

"May heaven bless him, Sect Master" Someone else spoke, the master of Phoenix Hall. He was old and wore a fancy black robe, reflecting prestige and prestige. His brown eyes radiate with the wisdom and experience accumulated over the years, and his innermost gazes carry the tranquillity of trust and willpower.

The aura surrounding it was powerful, filling the place with reverence and appreciation. Despite his age, his upright standing and his body, which still retains some strength, show that he lived a life full of challenges and victories. Every wrinkle in his face tells one of his many stories, and every movement reflects a long history of leadership and sophistication.

His elegant black robe swings with each step, adding to his prestige and appeal. The design of the dress was elaborate, showing subtle detail and subtle decorations of the Phoenix Hall. This majestic costume reflects not only his stature, but also the symbol he represents, which always remains under the shadow of the sect master, carrying the burden of leadership with a courageous and noble spirit, the master of Phoenix Hall, Deng Xiaowen.

"Thank you, Hall Master. let's hurry and not delay any longer." Sect Master answered with a nod.

The three of them hurried out of the Sect Master's Palace, and took off in a magnificent flight towards the west, where a peaceful valley topped with a magical palace awaited them. crowned by a magical palace. The palace was an oasis of tranquility and beauty, adorned with the calmness of nature and its fragrant flowers.

In the middle of the valley, the palace looked like a jewel hidden among gentle flowers and deep long bamboo. The flowers fill the air with their delicate fragrances, and their bright colors give the place a pleasant and peaceful atmosphere. The bamboo with its high and thin columns creates a light and comfortable shadow, which protects the palace from sunlight.

The way to the palace gently meandered between trees and leafy plants, like a secret passage leading to a world of dreams. As they approached, the details of the palace seemed more vivid: the artfully ornate walls, the large Windows that enchanted the light, and the elegantly curved roofs.

Inside the palace, calm was flowing like music, filled with comfort and serenity. The gardens surrounding the palace are filled with small pools that reflect a clear sky, and small wooden Bridges that match the scenic landscape. The birds sing their sweet melodies, complementing the beauty panel that surrounds the palace.

The palace was a perfect place to rest and meditate, far from the noise and worries of the world. Every corner of it told a story of beauty and art, and every flower in it carried a message from nature, expressing peace and love. It was called a twilight reflection palace, an expression of the serenity of the sky above it.

As they were about to enter, the surrounding energies felt the presence of two powerful auras approaching swiftly from the sky, bowing down before the sect master. The first was the Hall master of the divine revelation Sword, Shen Bolin, a figure brimming with prestige and strength. He's wearing a dark green robe, which radiates a faint but razor-sharp aura. The eyes of those present could not help but notice the aura, which was like a sword, cutting the air around him with precision and sharpness, expressing his firm and majestic character.

Beside him, appeared the master of the formation hall, Lin Shan, wearing a magnificent golden robe. The golden attire reflected light, creating a surrounding golden halo that radiated power and charm. His halo was like the sun, providing warmth and strength, filling the place with an aura of light and greatness. Every move he made was carefully considered, reflecting the balance and precision of each step.

Shen Bolin, in his dark green attire and sharp halo, stood as a symbol of decisive power and discipline, while Lin Shan, from the formation hall, in his golden robe and radiant halo, embodied wisdom and brilliance. The convergence of these two halos before the sect master was a majestic scene, where strength and wisdom, severity and brilliance, met in a moment of mutual respect and admiration.

Shane Bolin, dressed in dark green and his sharp aura, stood as a symbol of decisive strength and discipline, while the master of the formation hall, lin shan, in his golden robe and radiant aura, embodied wisdom and brilliance. The encounter of these two auras before the sect master was a magnificent spectacle, where strength and wisdom, rigor and brilliance came together in a single moment of mutual respect and appreciation.

"We congratulate Sect Master on his baby." Lin Shan and Shen Bolin said at the same time as they bowed.

 "He will be under your care, Hall Master," Sect Master zhao Jian nodded.

"Come, I can't wait to see the phoenix boy anymore!" The master of the divine eye hall, Zhao Changming, said with an interesting and laughing voice.

"You really want him to join you, too? Wasn't it enough for the little naughty zhao Xiaohui, who became the brightness of the divine eye hall and became an Inner disciple in a short time!" master of the formation hall said with a naughty smile and a jealous look.

When the girl's name was mentioned, Zhao Xiaohui, the eyes of the hall masters gleamed brightly. Even the quiet Phoenix Hall master Deng Xiaowen could not hide the shaking of his expression. Zhao Xiaohui was the eldest daughter of the sect master, and her exceptional talent since childhood surpassed all her peers. for her intelligence and speed of learning, she quickly became an Inner disciple of the divine eye hall, a rare essence that appeared every thousand years, with her skill and strength.

"Hahaha, don't make it seem like I forced her to join my hall!" The master of the divine eye hall laughed proudly and raised his chest in a gesture of satisfaction. Zhao Xiaohui was strong and smart, she was able to defeat all her peers from the same level in all other halls, and even those above her were able to keep up with them. Everyone believes that if she continues like this, the crown prince's seat will be inevitable.

They were all about to compete for who would bring a newborn into the hall, for a dragon would give birth to a dragon like him, and they all hoped that the newborn would be like its sister, perhaps better!

"Alright, alright, stop now. Let the little one choose for himself where he wants to join. There's something more important now," The master of the sect cut them off with a smile of satisfaction and pride, then he entered directly into the Twilight Reflection Palace, and the masters of the halls followed him.

As they approached the master's mistress's room, their attention was drawn to a young girl no more than sixteen years old. Her figure was beautifully proportioned, like a living artistic masterpiece. Her skin was pure white, purer than milk, reflecting light gently to enhance her natural radiance. Her soft black hair flowed gently over her shoulders like silk, adding a touch of elegance and beauty.

Her eyes were clear blue, like a clear summer sky, radiating innocence and vitality, as if they held the secret of the universe within them. She wore a light blue robe, the color of a clear sky, perfectly complementing the color of her eyes. The robe was exquisitely designed, swaying delicately with her movements, enhancing her natural beauty and making her look like a celestial being descended from the heavens.

Eyes as clear as the sky on a clear summer day, gleaming with innocence and vitality, as if holding the secret of the universe in their fold. She was wearing a bright blue robe, the color of a clear sky, in perfect harmony with her eyes. The robe was brilliantly designed, gently swaying with motion, to enhance its natural beauty and make it look like a celestial descending from the heavens.

Every detail of her appearance reflected beauty and serenity, leaving anyone to see her impressed by her natural beauty and elegance. The girl was embodying innocence and beauty at their best, which made the entire scene flow with calm and charm, she was of course Zhao Xiaohui.

"Royal Father, I'm so worried!" Zhao Xiaohui ran anxiously towards her father, and hugged his chest due to her short stature compared to him. 

"Hehe, don't worry, little girl, your little brother's just a bit stubborn." A tender gaze in the eyes of the sect master, as he looked at his daughter, placed his palm on her head and patted her lightly. She smiled and left it when she noticed the auras of the masters of the halls.

"Hall Masters," she offered a gentle and graceful bow to them, and when she looked towards the divine eye hall Master, zhao Changming, she offered a deeper and more respectful bow, saying, "Disciple Zhao Xiaohui greets the Hall Master."

 The divine eye hall Master zhao Changming laughed contentedly and said "My glorious disciple, wouldn't it be great if we could bring the two brothers together in one hall?"

Everyone understood his intent and suppressed their resentment as they realized his intentions.

"Let the winds blow where they may, master. My brother's decision will be what he desires," replied Zhao Xiaohui respectfully to her master.

Sect master chuckled lightly at his daughter's response, and all the hall masters smiled as well. The divine eye hall master, zhao Changming, also reluctantly smiled at his excellent disciple's response, and when he wanted to say something else, a baby's crying cut him "wow-wow-wow-"

All the hall masters turned their heads towards the sect master's lover's room with smiles full of delight. The sect master quickly walked over to it, but suddenly, his steps froze as he was about to open the door. Behind him, all the hall masters froze in their places as if a burning frost had paralyzed their movements. Their faces were full of surprise and deep shock, their chests stopped rising and falling, their hearts beat out, as if the reaper had taken their lives and left them in the shape on which they died.

On the other hand, Zhao Xiaohui stopped and sweat began pouring heavily from her forehead, with her entire back wet. Her body was trembling as if under a severe cold wave. She was feeling an unspeakable horror, like something terrible was about to happen.

They all looked up as if they were a rusty wooden door opening, and deep shock features were still painted on their faces, including the sect master. In a glimpse, they rose above the roof, hovering gently through the old one, and shocked once again by a resurrection-like scene.

Outside, over the entire sect, there were dark clouds, stretching for thousands of kilometers. At its center, the mouth of a giant monster seemed to be opening up, surrounded by columns of lightning popping strongly, deafening in their powerful ways, each sound making it seem like the end of the world had come.

Below, the disciples of the Eternal Spirit Sect, without exception, were all affected by the overwhelming suppression. Some were kneeling on their knees, others on their hands, and still others lay face down, unable to move from the sheer terror they felt. Even the hall teachers, despite their strength, stood with great difficulty, some with their backs bent under the immense pressure.

The powerful aura emanating from the dark clouds filled the atmosphere with fear and dread. The flashing lightning bolts resembled heavenly swords, playing in the sky and striking the ground with terrifying sounds. The scene was horrifying, as if nature itself had become enraged and decided to punish everyone.

Despite his overwhelming presence and unparalleled majesty, the Sect Master felt an unfamiliar heaviness. His eyes, which usually reflected confidence and solidity, were now filled with worry and caution. He was desperately trying to understand what was happening, for the dark aura covering the sky signaled a danger the sect had never faced before.

Behind him, the hall masters exchanged anxious glances, sweat streaming down their foreheads and soaking their faces. They felt as if their souls were fluttering away from them, unable to even reach out and grasp them. Panic swept over them, each one realizing the magnitude of the threat surrounding them and feeling utterly helpless in the face of this immense power.

The terror gripping everyone was not just due to the overwhelming force embodied in the dark aura and lightning columns, but also from the sense of helplessness and fear of the unknown.

As they stood there, under the dark sky charged with mysterious power, the sound of the wind could be heard wailing in agony, expressing the fear that everyone felt.

In this critical moment, everyone realized that what was happening was not just a natural phenomenon, but a sign of something greater and more dangerous. It was a heavenly tribulation, not an ordinary one, but one that carried the wrath of the heavens. The dark aura and exploding lightning columns were a clear message that they had made a grave mistake, and divine retribution had descended upon them.

This tribulation resembled a judgment of annihilation, where the entire sect felt targeted by an unforgiving force. The air was thick with terror, as if nature itself declared that none of them should remain alive. Every lightning bolt and thunderous roar embodied the unescapable heavenly wrath, expressing a merciless judgment.

Everyone, from the disciples to the hall masters, felt as if they were standing on the edge of an abyss. The expectant glances, trembling bodies, and hearts pounding with fear all testified to the scale of the catastrophe they were facing. There was no place to flee or hide, only to confront the inevitable fate.